My Soul

The words came out as barely a whisper, dragged out from Lois Lane by the strange magic of their game. Up until that moment, the reporter hadn't really believed she had a soul...and yet, here she was, offering to sign it away to a demon in exchange for...

"Love, happiness, and Superman's big fat cock," Blaze said, as though the scarlet succubus could read her thoughts. That damnable half-smile on her lips, pleased that Lois had named her price.

Lois swallowed. She glared back at Blaze.

"How badly do you want my soul?" she asked.

The magic gripped the demon's spine, and she stiffened, her red lips parted involuntarily.

"Oh Lois, you have no idea. I value your soul above most others," the demon blinked, and another question came to her lips. "Why do you ask?"

The reporter's eyes narrowed. She licked her lips, anticipation building.

"Because I want to make a deal. I offer my soul in exchange for the women you have taken. Deal or no deal?"

It was a desperate gambit...but Lois Lane knew, in her heart of hearts, that if she traded her soul just to fuck Superman, she would never really be worthy of his love. If she could pry Blaze's victims from her, however...well, it wasn't like she was using her soul anyway.